Harry looked conflicted and uncomforatble and Ginny felt bad, why did he look so strained around her all the time? Did he like her as much as she liked him? She was so sure he had been leaning in to kiss her that night, so sure.
"Yes, lots of things, life sure doesn't get any easier the older we get does it?" she asked him with a sad smile. He would know where she was coming from.
He had hesitated before sitting down, she wondered if he didn't want to sit next to her, or maybe he did? She bit her bottom lip and smiled sideways at him through a curtain of hair as he sat.
"What brings you to this part of the train?" she asked him, tracing patterns on the material of the seat between them with one finger.